“My Wife Handles the Paperwork, I Handle the Assets,” He Told the Contractor. He Never Read What He’d Signed

I sat there and let my hands shake and understood that I was frightened, and that being frightened was allowed, and that I was going to do the necessary things anyway, with the fear riding along.

Then I put the car in reverse and backed out past the SUV I had paid the deposit on, and I drove to the one place I should have gone years before — not to a hotel, not to a friend’s spare room to cry, but to a lawyer’s office, with a folder on the seat beside me.

Chapter 6 — The House Was Never His

Here is what Camden had let himself forget.